Brother of mine, though i don't remember you as i would of liked,
i am not in the form you remember me, i am not even the real me,
just another of Fathers victims split into a pieces wanting to be
whole again. If i were whole brother i would tell you why Father
did send you to earth to feel such pain. I feel if i saw you know
i would weep an ocean as Fathers poison has probably taken the
last of me from you, but part of you is still in me. When the
battle came i know why you were not there, you couldn't disobey
Father, that's where i was different from you and that's why i
fought on uncles side in the battle, you never fought because you
would have seen me and it would have broke both of us.
Maybe my twin brother we will meet again and share love with all,
i hope we do as i miss you.
Thime-Thorrow wehy wihl mheet I-m'n Fahly-Bohere.
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